My Mom

I was born with Epilepsy. I had my first Grand Mal seizure when I was three. My mother was also born with them, but only ever so often short spells. Elementary and Junior High were not easy for me. I was unable to take part in sports and events like the other students. I was being weined of medications, as they were trying to find the right ones for me. I was a victim of bullying, and often got off the school bus crying. I had friends and good times, but I was never happy at school, I would rather stay at home and play the piano and read books. The first two years of High School were the worst. I was bullied by girls and guys who didn't want to get to know me. I soon felt like there was something wrong with me. I felt alone, and my relationship with God was falling. Junior year, I took part in Volleyball and Cheerleading, and was very successful in the two. I made three very close friends, and I soon started acting like myself. Senior Year, I was voted class clown, and was a nominee for Prom Queen. I grew so strong, and I shared my kindness to all around me, and stood up for what was right. When I went off to College, I started attending Church and my relationship with God was close again, like my younger days in Sunday school. I wouldn't go back and change anything. I came to a conclusion. It was my Mom who helped me and stood by my side all those years, and it was God who carried me. I am stronger than ever before, and I will never become depressed about the bullying. I still had my beautiful family, and nothing else will take away those memories. If these difficulties and trials bring us closer to God, then bring on the rain.

Submitted by Anonymous

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